Wednesday, March 17, 2010

working under the table


While I would have appreciated a better headline and text underneath the picture, I can't complain. I got paid to write something so at least I have a counter next time someone asks me what I plan to do with my English degree. This week I am interviewing a Danish singer and going to an opera. All for 30 bucks a pop. Considering I am on a bread and rice diet because I have no money I'm not going to complain. I would probably write just for a cheeseburger.


Full text below:


Within the last three years, Adam Young has gone from living at home with his parents to touring the world. His rise to prominence began, as so many other modern-day success stories have, on the social networks and streaming media sites of the internet. Since he first started recording music and putting it on his MySpace page, Young's solo project Owl City has tallied over 17 million page views, with some of his songs having been listened to over 26 million times. It's important to note that creating a successful website for your music doesn't always equate with tangible returns. And it's often been observed that the process of going viral can be the death knell for a young artist's career. Musicians such as the Black Kids have seen their internet success met with financial distraught. For Owl City, however, the attention has only continued to grow.


The Minnesota-born singer began his musical career in 2007 while his parents were out of town. He took advantage of the opportunity, and his troubles with insomnia, and spent the nights writing music. From these sessions came his first hit song "Hello Seattle". He self-released an EP and a full-length album that gained Young a massive following on MySpace. His viral success led to his signing with Universal Republic in early 2009. Since then, his single “Fireflies” has taken the number-one spot on music charts all over the world, reaching from his home country to the United Kingdom and even Denmark.


Given that the majority of Young's fans were initially drawn to him through links and embeds on the internet, it's not surprising that he has also picked up his share of mainstream critics, some more histrionic than others. Rolling Stones describe his music as "serious mush, like an amorous e-mail you'll regret in the morning" while the Guardian criticizes Young as having a "wide-eyed ingenue persona". Ironically both fans and foes of Owl City tend to agree that Young's lyrics can be described as lighthearted, without much substance, and even silly. But no matter the volume or frequency of his haters' comments, it seems clear that people have taken a shine to this style, in certain sets leading to Owl City's overwhelming popularity. A stand-out amongst the rest of Young's creative output, “Vanilla Twilight” works best as a showcase for his characteristic blithesome lyrics. The lyrics may lack the grace of Shakespeare's sonnets, but their subject matter, Young's high school love who moved away, is instantly identifiable and relatable by Owl City’s audience and fans. His simplistic lyrics have a striking quality to them that lulls you into a place where you don't happen to care. It's an odd harmony that draws you in against better judgment. Young attributes his musical influences to disco music and European electronic artists such as Dutch trance DJ Armin van Buuren and Scottish IDM group Boards of Canada. Also prominent is his vocal styling, eerily reminiscent of Ben Gibbard’s singing with dormant side project The Postal Service. The product of these influences can be seen in songs like Owl City's chart-topping single “Fireflies.”


Young's homemade combination of smooth music and easy lyrics has drawn in audiences worldwide. Owl City is the musical equivalent of "The Goonies" or "Predator," a campy movie you watch every time it is on television even though you have seen it more times than you can count. The plot stays the same, but the enjoyment you take from it doesn't lessen over time. Owl City's music is a throwback to the era where people gathered around and listened to music because they wanted to dance and enjoy themselves, not listen to lead singers preach awareness of various causes or belt out impassioned songs which only they themselves considered meaningful in any way. Owl City's music is straightforward and without nuance, it speaks a simpler and more universal language, and that's exactly why it has taken the world by storm.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

adventures in italy (milan and bologna)

Italy is awesome. EasyJet is not. What's the point of buying a six pack of beer at the airport that says you are not allowed to drink the beer until in the air, but as soon as you get in the air and start celebrating, a flight attendant tells you that you're not allowed to? There is no point. I'm just glad I was able to drink 2 before being scolded.

Milan is not that great of a city to visit. About a week before I left for Italy I was warned by multiple people that it really isn't a tourist destination. I disregarded their advice mostly because I didn't do any of the planning for the itinerary of the trip and also because EasyJet, even with their draconian alcohol policy, is the cheapest way to fly to Italy from Copenhagen and they only fly into Milan.

Within the confines of the city there is not much to do except get drunk and shop in expensive stores. Since I am poor, and poorly dressed, I did more of the former than the latter. The first night in Milan we went to a discotheque. Since at least once a month I have to attempt to go outside in inclement weather without wearing my jacket I chose to do so in Milan. I thought it would be okay since it was 8 degrees outside and I have slowly adjusted to the negative temperatures of Copenhagen. Since I have shitty luck due to my fondness for doing dumb things it of course started to rain once we were too far enough from the apartment to turn around.

The next day just involved doing the few touristy things possible in Milan while watching my compatriots shop. While we were outside the Milan Cathedral a grifter proceeded to put bird seed in my hand and start clapping so that pigeons would eat out of my hand. This was slightly amusing at first but my naivety led me to believe that this guy was just being friendly. After I told him no more he told me it would be 20 euros. I've done many dumb things in my life and bought many things I instantly regretted but I was not going to give him that much money. I offered him the change I had in my pocket which was 2.50 euro. I am still an idiot for giving him anything at all but at least I saved 17.50. Please don't correct any fallacies with the previous statement.

The next day we set forth to Bologna to meet up with Missy's friend Elena. Once we were there I finally was able to eat a slice of pizza (therefore allowing me to wax poetic about the pizza I ate in Italy for the rest of my life) and we settled in. Missy and her friend left for another city to go to a Bloody Beatroots concert leaving me behind. My original plan was to just walk around aimlessly and see what happened. Likely nothing would have. However one of Elena's roommates, Jerry, spotted my bottle of Jamison and after we shared a drink and a cigarette he offered to take me to the Irish pub where their other roommate worked.

The bar was interesting. I watched a football game (another thing to add to my get-back-from-Europe-and-be-a-douche list) while drinking beer and trying to communicate with people who didn't speak English very well. At one point I was under the impression that a guy from Uruguay wanted to fight me because I didn't speak Spanish. I later found out that he was just really drunk. After a few hours at the bar we stopped by another place and grabbed a drink of whiskey (for free which made it even better) and I was dropped off at a new establishment while Jerry went off to find an ATM that would accept his card.

On the wall of this place they were using a projector to show clips of what I believe were 1920s cartoons. Had I been on drugs my head might have exploded Scanners style. I was way too drunk at this point and was just waiting for Jerry to get back so I could leave. Instead I ended up joining tables with a group of Italians and answering all of their questions about America. Someone finally asked me if I owned a gun. One of them, whose English was limited to just saying California, gave me a lighter. If you press a button on the side of the lighter the bottom lights up and projects a picture of a nude lady. I will treasure it forever. As the night came to a close I hung out with them outside and was treated with more gifts. Both being CDs, one of an American band called Good Riddance and the other being an Italian singer named Vasco Rossi.

The next day I woke up to find Missy and Elena had returned. I also found out that her window shutters do an amazing job at keeping out sunlight because we didn't wake up until close to 3 pm. We went on a long walk (3.5 km) uphill to see the Sanctuary of the Madonna di San Luca. I wish I could say that I wasn't short of breath the entire time but that would be a lie. Since we arrived right at closing time we were also treated with being locked inside the church and having to take some weird back way outside.

The rest of the day was mostly uneventful. We were all still tired from the day before (a reoccurring trend) so we took it easy with dinner and relaxing. Bologna ended up being my favorite city of the trip. It wasn't too large and I was able to explore the city by myself at points. 1 1/2 days was the perfect amount of time.